(Allison's POV)
"Stefan!" Aunt Hilda exclaimed as she stood up from the couch to give Stefan a warm embrace.
"How have you been, Stefan?"
"I've been good, Aunt Hilda," Stefan replied with a smile. I stayed where I was, unsure of what to say to him. Alex leaned against the wall, clearly unhappy to see Stefan.
"I thought you'd be back soon, but you were gone for too long. I know New York is your home, but you shouldn't have taken so long to come back," Aunt Hilda said, caressing his palm.
I could see the genuine love she had for Stefan—she didn't just love him as a son, but also as someone she thought would be good for me. Even though she didn’t say it to my face, I knew she wanted Stefan for me. She hadn’t pressured me in the past because she understood what I had been through.
"I'm s
